Room 412, Wednesday Evening.

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Sakurazaki plans to go to the slumber party later; right now, she's plopped on her bed, surrounded by a handful of open books, studying intensively, and occationally whipping out a few sheets of paper, cutting them, muttering things, and then crumpling them up and throwing them across the room with an expression of disgust and annoyance. She's propped the door open, and, after a few moments, considers putting up a big blinking sign pointing people in to distract her from what she thought would be a fun endevour.

[[OOC: open; posting may turn slow, due to obligatory IRL fangirling duties a bit later]]